Subalterns huddle in streets
Like cattle on neocon ranches
Sharing survival information
Homeless, hungry, and afraid
With alcohol and drugs
How else could one survive
And withstand nightmares
Of the past and ones coming?
Social policies by stealth
Designed to eradicate them
From this good Earth…
For where else could they go?
Highland clearances, genocides,
Holocausts, ethnic cleansing,
I fear the Nazis are back!
Gramsic’s warnings fell upon deaf years
Fascism is back in fashion.
New global royalty rewrote the rules.
Social murder committed around the world.
Subalterns where the yellow letter “P”
In plain sight, above their hearts,
It’s easier to round citizens up
And take them somewhere safe…
Ice Caps melting, global warming,
Things are not as they seem.
No need to panic!
Continue watching corporate media
We edit and produce the “truth”
Anything else is false.
Churches encourage sheep to pray for
Bureaucrats, politicians and technocrats
Subalterns, the Yellow Canaries
Trillions spent on bail-outs, star wars,
And invasions for oil in tar sands.
Public surveillance increased
Once protected civil liberties taken
In order to protect us (from ourselves)
Foucault’s warnings fell by the wayside
Like yesterdays political manifestos and poems.
The volcano’s of neocolonialism/elitism
Demand human sacrifices.
Fires of hate and discrimination
Await the next good citizen
The one with the yellow “P”
Above the heart
Indicating that in fact
They have one,
Unlike those who crafted
This new world order
To rid the world of the poor
Read between the lions, and
Listen for messages of liberation
Between sounds of jingling jewels
Many species have/are disappearing
From Earth, barely a word said,
Is it that much of a stretch,
Concerning the notion I’ve raised?
Neoliberals polish global jewellery
With corporate constitutions and
Trade deals designed to benefit the rich
At the expense of the poor.
Some day at a higher court
An angel will ask a corporate CEO
About the global atrocities committed
In the name of profit and greed.
The CEO will reply: I was just following orders
From the global royalty. I never thought it
Would get that bad. The angel will reply:
It got that bad when the first citizen
Died on your good streets
Paved with headstones of “others”.